This year the poet is Amanda Gorman, 22, already accomplished for being a voice for her generation. In 1993, after years of Republican rule, Maya Angelou gave us “On the Pulse of Morning.” I remember hearing it in person and saw it as an antidote to the freezing cold. Let our iambs be our “I ams” and set us free! In the past, some well placed verse, blank or rhymed, has provided hope. Her resignation doesn’t give her a big enough fig leaf for what she has done as the nation’s leader in education.
De Vos’ Educational Theory was false from the start. The patronage pick with the single issue of privatization of schools had no business as Education Secretary. That should already have everybody in the calling of education in a good mood. But we should also draw hope from the resignation of Betsy De Vos. The emergence of Vice-President-elect Kamala Harris is historic, and will be a difference maker. Someone who can get kicked by a person in the campaign, then have the wisdom to name her his vice president.
But we’re getting a person with some respect for decency and humanity. But I will gladly settle for hearing this from Biden: “I will be more truthful than the last White guy.”Īfter four years of lies, blunt truth feels like grace. is a reminder of the words that soared over all of us in difficult time.įrom the new president, Joe Biden, I’d rather hear, “I have a cure” from the present virus, and the political virus of the last four years. Washington for this inaugural is different. At least now, his selfish acts will only hurt himself.īut his exit leaves us with the closure of a national mall filled with troops rather than celebrants.
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With a Senate trial and other legal exposure, Trump still has a few more sordid chapters to go. But it’s his ice-cold frozen legacy against Blacks, Indigenous, and People of Color. He will forever be about his double-impeachment. But the voters were louder than all the lies they kept repeating. Our cries of diversity incubated and drew out our detractors, enabled by one man, who called them his base. In one day, the White mob showed us what the last four years hath wrought. Liberty and justice? I will settle for caring and empathy. The gaslight soon extinguished, let’s rekindle our sense of diversity to guide us over a more soothing, less bumpy political landscape. As we celebrate the MLK holiday, the inaugural and the final days of the last four years, the assault on our norms should finally be coming to an end.
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